11.18.2010

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the night after i put up the pictures of gwen on sunday i dreamed she was alive again. i kissed her while ginger held her, she smiled her joyous smile and snuggled her face against mine, i could feel her fingers on my neck. her eyelashes on my cheek. but her voice...

i journal privately most often, but people consistently tell me they like when i post on my blog, so i (try to) write about things that stir my heart and mind, make life happy and hard, that can encourage people, inspire them to think or pray, or sometimes just smile.